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She sits on the armchair,holding her phone,

A routine to follow every Saturday,

Waiting cautiously to hear the phone ring,

So much to speak about the whole week,

Never to miss, a promise she made,

To her dear child when s/he left.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Creative Commons Licence

Jump back in time

When envelopes carried emotions

and typewriters wrote stories,

When the landline was our lifeline,

and dictionaries helped with meanings,

I wish to jump back to those times

when life paused to say Hello.

Intoxicated by you

Dressed in the simplest drapes, all fine,

You dance to your carefree self,

No heels, no gloss, no danglers on,

Just you, your pleasant beauty,

I need no rum,no wine,

I am, forever intoxicated.

Here and There

I thought ~

What could I write with a blank, tired mind?

Joining few couplets here and there,

Juggling with words, merely rare,

Loosely compiling all together,

I create a verse, fairly sober.

[ I was really tired today to be prepared with something good for "H". But did not want to discontinue the challenges. So hope I will be forgiven for this. :) ]

Each day a kind deed.

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Keep in touch

Jump back in time

Intoxicated by you

Here and There

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